Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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Impermanence seemed interested in the bag of stones, continuously pawing at it.

"Strange aura?" Qiao Mu looked at Long Shankong in front of him, deep in thought.

Long Shankong suddenly became anxious.

He came here initially with a clear sense of gratitude and obligation, intending to repay any favor with a generous gift… but now, the money had turned into stones. What excuse could he use like "picked up the wrong thing" to cover up his mistake?

But… a strange aura?

The creatures in the hundred-thousand mountains are not good things.

The people in the entire Southwest Province have been constantly suffering from attacks by monster beasts these years….

If he doesn’t explain more, Qiao Pian might think he is up to no good and is associated with the monsters?

Now thinking back, there was indeed something suspicious about the group of merchants he had met before.

At this point, he dared not hide anything and revealed everything he had encountered when he first arrived in the Southwest Province:

"I am not a local, I come from Dong Province, I just came here for another matter."

"When I first entered the Southwest Province, I once rescued several merchants outside Linhe City from the mouth of a monster wolf……"

"So they gave you some gold as a thank you?" Qiao Mu asked.

Long Shankong fell silent and said:

"Later, they told me that in times of chaos like now, silver is useless, and gold is the only reliable currency. They advised me to exchange some gold, which would be more suitable."

"So I exchanged some of my belongings for ten pounds of gold."

The descendants of the Eight-armed Heavenly Dragon, while not from a noble family, were wealthier than most ordinary families.

"Those merchants travel between Linhe City and several villages and towns in the west."

"I am not foolish, I have indeed checked the gold in their hands, it is real."

"Not only genuine, but the gold is also quite pure."

"Those merchants once explained to me that this gold is from the Golden Village, naturally extraordinary."

"Golden Village?" Qiao Mu raised an eyebrow.

"This is a long-standing legend in the Southwest Province," Long Shankong explained.

"Some say that hundreds of years ago, there was a notorious pirate named Luo operating on the Sky Piercing River, amassing wealth through robbery. He secretly hid his treasures here and claimed to have hidden his riches deep in the mountains…"

"The famous pirate, named Luo? Could you tell me more about him?" Qiao Mu asked.

"That pirate named Luo, I heard he was a notorious thief active on Sky Piercing River a hundred years ago, very brutal."

"It is said that every time he defeated a strong enemy, he would cut off the enemy’s ears as a display of power. This pirate was later known as ‘Ear-cutting’ Roger by the people, a famous figure a hundred years ago."

"It’s rumored that among his treasures, there is a Gold Transforming Stone that can turn things into gold!"

"Do you believe in the Stone that turns things into gold?" Qiao Mu asked casually.

"I don’t believe it," Long Shankong shrugged.

"If such a thing really existed, that pirate Luo wouldn’t have ended up captured and killed by the authorities."

"Even though I don’t believe it, the merchant believed it. He said the gold he gave me came from the Golden Village inside the big mountain."

Qiao Mu wasn’t very interested in gold, after all, money isn’t everything. Does he need so much gold, leaving it for others to use?

But the Impermanent Demon Cat seemed quite interested in the bag of gold in Long Shankong’s hands, reaching out to paw at it from time to time.

"Do you want to eat this? Is this thing useful to you?" Qiao Mu picked up a pebble.

The chubby cat snorted twice, grabbing Qiao Mu’s finger and continuing to lick the pebble.

When Qiao Mu asked this question, he wasn’t asking if the Impermanent Demon Cat liked eating stones.

The gold from the so-called Golden Village carried a demonic aura, so it seemed to be related to demons.

What Qiao Mu was asking was whether the Impermanent Demon was interested in creatures related to this so-called Golden Village.

And the answer was clear.

The fat cat was always either eating or sleeping, rarely reacting to anything other than Qiao Mu.

This is the first time.

When describing someone as having sharp intuition, the common phrase used is "beast-like intuition."

This monster cultivates instinctively, and now the unpredictability obviously instinctively sensed that, which is beneficial for her regarding the Golden Village mutant creatures.

"It is said that during the most prosperous period of the monster clan, they could once contend with cultivators…" Qiao Mu looked at the little cat on his shoulder and gently scratched her chin:

"Who knows, maybe I can turn this fat cat into some kind of supreme monster king?"

Qiao Mu turned to look at Long Shankong and asked:

"Can you find the merchant you mentioned earlier?"

"He is active around Linhe City. Does Senior Qiao plan to inquire about this matter personally?" Long Shankong felt a bit nervous.

"Alright, I am a bit interested in this Golden Village. Let’s not practice martial arts today," said Qiao Mu.

He was teaching the old soldiers martial arts and the Human Path Sutra in Peach Blossom Villa, just to fulfill the last wish of his old friend Hai Wuya.

The old soldiers’ training is going well now, and he already has the Spiritual Sound Conducting Technique to communicate with Hai Siyuan and others from a distance. So, there’s no need to stay at the estate all day, staring at a group of elderly soldiers.

"So, shall we go to Linhe City today?" asked Long Shankong.

However, at that moment, Impermanent Demon Cat shook her head, sniffed the stone in the bag carefully, and looked towards the west.

"It seems like that group of merchants is not in Linhe City," said Qiao Mu.

"That’s a possibility," quickly added Long Shankong.

"I heard that group of merchants travels back and forth between Taotie City in the northwest and Linhe City, they don’t stay in one place for long."

……….

To the west of Peach Blossom Villa, inside a teahouse by the official road.

The teahouse wasn’t doing too well, with only four or five tables of passing travelers sitting quietly, drinking tea and chatting.

Although demons roamed in the Southwest Province, with vast land and sparse population, most common people gathered in various cities, but there were also villages, post stations, and inns outside the cities.

However, most of these travelers were strong and sharp-eyed, skilled martial artists from the martial world.

When martial artists gathered, they naturally shared stories and legends of the martial world.

"Have you heard that Xishan Village to the west was wiped out overnight?"

"That used to be the home of the descendants of Spear Saint. Does that mean Spear Saint’s lineage has ended?"

"Not long ago, I heard that the descendants of Spear Saint were in their prime, looking for a successor to inherit the ‘Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear’ left by Spear Saint. Who would have thought… alas, things change so quickly."

"No… it’s actually the same thing." said a tea guest, waving his hand.

"What does this mean? Are these two things related?" The others immediately perked up their ears, quite curious.

"The descendants of the Spear Saint in Xishan Village passed down ‘Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear,’ and shortly after, Xishan Village was massacred. Who would believe that these two things are not connected?"

"Are you saying that the descendants of the Spear Saint invited trouble by teaching the martial arts skill, attracting martial arts experts, only to have their whole village slaughtered? But why did this happen? Didn’t they share their skills?"

"Oh, why so many questions… Do you think it’s better to have more martial artists practicing ‘Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear,’ or fewer?"

"For such an extraordinary martial art, of course, the more, the better… Why are you laughing?"

"I’m laughing because you’re slow to catch on, only seeing the surface." The tea guest chuckled.

"If this martial art is in someone else’s hands, then naturally, the more people practicing it, the better."

"But if it’s in our hands, would we want this martial art to be leaked to others?"

"If I obtained ‘Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear,’ I’d want to be the only one practicing this skill in the world. Why would I want to teach it to others?"

"Everyone is practicing amazing martial arts skills, so won’t I lose my advantage?"

"….This may sound rough, but the logic is correct," another tea guest nodded.

"One must prioritize oneself, if I obtain the ‘Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear’, then this spear technique can only be passed down to my future generations, it shouldn’t be leaked out easily."

As a few tea guests chatted, there were a few snickers from nearby.

"Don’t even think about it, with such a narrow mindset, you’re destined not to achieve any amazing martial arts skills."

In a corner of the teahouse, by a table where eight immortals were depicted.

Qiao Mu quietly sat slurping his noodles there, while Long Shankong smirked beside him.

Without a Qiao family member present, Long Shankong might not have felt that his actions were wrong.

In the martial arts world, heroes fight to obtain secret techniques, all for their own benefit.

Even if it is a worn-out broom, it must be one’s own broom, not to be used by others, let alone the Spear Saint’s secrets?

After staying at Peach Blossom Villa for a few days and witnessing the scene of three hundred old soldiers practicing, Long Shankong’s opinion slightly changed.

"People should cherish their own belongings, stick to their own ways… No wonder the martial arts in Jiu Province have been stagnant for so many years. Despite some progress, it’s quite slow," Long Shankong shook his head.

As the grandson of the Eight-armed Heavenly Dragon, he naturally had a deep enmity with the Wuji Association and had crossed paths with them.

People from the Wuji Association often say that since the Martial Saint broke the dominance of the prestigious sects, the progress in martial arts in Jiu Province over the past forty years has equaled that of centuries past.

Initially, Long Shankong thought this was just the Wuji Association boasting and embellishing the Martial Saint’s achievements.

Now, it seems that may not be untrue.

For hundreds of years, martial artists have been fighting endlessly, all for the same thing – vying for the position of martial arts leader, striving for legendary martial arts secrets and divine weapons… Essentially, it’s all internal strife, all self-destruction.

Hundreds or thousands of years of endless conflict, just repeating meaningless battles.

All the big martial arts families treasure their skills and keep them secret, preferring to let them be lost rather than share them with others… This is the usual state of the martial arts world.

In this way, even if there are talented masters like the Spear Saint creating martial arts, they will at most establish a martial arts family.

Among the many martial arts families and big sects, there is always more conflict than communication.

Many martial arts practitioners only think about stealing the secret martial arts manuals of others to enhance their own family’s strength. Who can abandon the feud between families?

Long Shankong’s Long family was relatively new, only three generations in, so it could only be considered as the foundation of a martial arts family.

Even though Long Shankong didn’t have the generosity to share his family’s inherited martial arts, he really looked down on the behavior of the tea guests at the next table.

His eyes were cold, only looking coldly at the two tea guests.

"Brother, what’s bothering you?" The two tea guests at the next table seemed to find Long Shankong difficult to provoke, so they didn’t get angry, but instead smiled apologetically.

"My brother here talks big after having too much to drink, it’s all just talk, why take it seriously?"

"Indeed. No need to cause trouble." Qiao Mu was still chewing noodles, speaking unclearly:

"Young man, it’s important to get along, why argue?"

Seeing Qiao Mu speak, Long Shankong naturally said nothing more.

The two tea guests beside them were quite surprised as they glanced at Qiao Mu. He looked young, maybe in his thirties, but spoke like an old man…

When Long Shankong quieted down, Qiao Mu spoke in a lower voice, explaining:

"It’s about Xishan Village, the events from three or four days ago."

"The village is usually covered in thick fog, not much communication with the outside world. Even though the fog has lifted now, how could the news spread so quickly?"

"What do you mean by that? Are you saying someone is helping them behind the scenes?" Long Shankong frowned.

On that day, there were three groups of people in Xishan Village.

The villagers of Xishan Village had all perished, and the martial arts heroes followed Qiao Mu to Peach Blossom Villa to recover from their injuries. They naturally didn’t have time to gossip outside.

If that’s the case, then only…

"Yunxiao Sect’s scheming has caused trouble. Are we being made scapegoats?"

Thinking of this, Long Shankong roughly guessed Qiao Mu’s intention to stop him.

Since Immortal Gate is causing trouble, they naturally have to take the blame.

If they were to stick their necks out, it would be like exposing their identities, indicating that they are the survivors of Xishan Village… Isn’t that seeking death?

"Unfairly labeled as the killers of Spear Saint’s descendants…"

Just as he was feeling frustrated, several people stepped into the teahouse.

The leader was a female warrior in scales armor, followed by several soldiers and a plump middle-aged man with a grimy face.

"Is it people from the Feather King Army?" whispered the tea customers.

"Are people from the Feather King Army all here?"

"It’s only a few dozen miles from Linhe City now. It seems like the Feather King Army might reach Linhe City soon."

"Although the Feather King has a good reputation, his army is not well-disciplined. Even if he is a military god, he cannot control all his soldiers. I heard that after Yangmen City fell, there was a father and daughter who almost suffered a great tragedy."

Although the two people were talking face to face, their voices were very low, only Long Shankong’s keen senses could hear them.

However, this time the black-robed female general Jade Carp clearly noticed something.

She just raised her head, glanced faintly at the two tea customers in the corner of the teahouse, and the latter’s faces changed slightly. Soon, they began to convulse violently, foaming at the mouth and collapsing on the table, causing panic among the people around.

"Speaking ill of others too much will eventually lead to trouble." Long Shankong muttered.

"This poison technique seems to be working a bit too quickly."

He looked casually behind the black-robed woman and suddenly had a thought.

The round-faced middle-aged man behind the black-robed woman was the merchant he was looking for, Luo Cheng.

Impermanent Demon Cat followed the smell on the bag of stones and led them here.

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